South Park Mexican — Woodson N Worthin

[Intro] Yeah just erase everything let me do this huh This is damm Filero this is damm Filero He on the mothafucken what sobrero The dang hood bring me some bake Hey Filero pull a lil bass in this song Man i dont hear no bass ok Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo Here we go man [Verse 1] Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel Want another pill naw nigga I'ma chill Gone off the X its the SP-Mex Just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets Hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak I be freestyle flowing in my sleep Out the Hous-tone that's my dam home I like to get high And eat a bowl of Honeycomb Man hold em up man I can't quit I need a forty and a forty cigarette Down with my raza mira lo que pasa When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa Maybe horchata check my palabras I like girls with the real pretty patas Ima throw vato like to chase gato SPM mean South Park Mojado 1 in a billion V-12 engine In the same city with Destiny's Children I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa I be the shit, in Spanish I'm the caca I'ma take a picture of your butt naked sister And my killas got more priors then Richard Gangsta gangsta read all about it 22 holes in ya' brand new outfit Feestyle flow is all I come with I don't give a fuck you ole stupid dumb bitch In the land of g's smoking QP's Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees Man I get crunked do what-what my thang Swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain Dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass I'ma get a glass and than pour up some rasp Mothafucking berry with a lil cherry My mothafuckin niggas is so dam very So dam very mothafuckin scary With the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry I'ma say hi to my favorite cities I dont even care if they what little bitty I get on my knees and I thank the Lord Whipping boys down with my microphone cord Swurl to the world diamonds and pearls All my girls dyke like Laverne and Shirley Curl up my toes straw to the nose Selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes Man I ain't foolish but I do talk with bullets Better tell ya boys to cool it Cause I grab it and I pull it man [Chorus x2] As I look up at the sky My mind starts blinking a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin and they break in Tryin to save the dawgs [Verse 2] Man I put it down I ain't tryin to trip But I talk shit and the syrup I'ma sip Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump Throwed from the jump purple ice in my cup Man i gotta have it i ain't lying im in love With the codeine on the Martin Luther King Left on crestmont creep creep my sterling Make a hoe sing on on my mothafucken hook Pyrex get shook I sell dope on foot Momma understand i'ma Hustling man Rock the white sand, watch the white van Get the fuck out if you see em jump out Undercover cops got their eyes on the south Just bought a house, never took a loss Everything I got come from a quarter ounce That's what i started in the game with Niggas short stopping at the Botany what Bridge If they want bricks gotta come to the Hill Takin' no less than a 10 dolla bill You can have the three five seven dolla pieces I'ma dress like a fein no gold and no creases I got my gun no time for fun It's Saturday night, slang till i see the sun Peace To Hulon and the what Tio drinking In the plut and my nigga Pancho Ed loco and my boy Jimmy Green Mothafucken Ken and my brother Ronnie Man can't you see don't put it past me Fuck the R-A-P i die for my G In the Orleans way scott plaza Woodson n Worthin, patna cause I's a Hillwood hustla that's my damm click Where we sell bricks and we like to fight pits I just had puppies but somebody stole my dogs Im telling you young niggas i don't call the laws When i fucken catch you i'ma pistol whip you Man better ask you older brother and sister Look what you done I done fell off the subject Cool water on my Bananan Republic Man lets hoop at the Cloverland park Bought my white T from the super k mart On this damm mic i go so hard Forty five hundred jolly rancher on my car man [Chorus x2] As I look up at the sky My eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin can they break in Tryin to save the dawgs [Verse 3: Low-G] Time to reload shots trough your door I love fucken action I could never say no Deuce doubled o deuce till I go I wannna act Dumb like i did one's before Like toe to toe any day low but if They know me nigga then im strapped at the show Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it low-g My last name is 187 shit is getting hectic Thug and convicted they all want my dope Cuz my shit is so addicted im down for my Lana my shit is pure scama im riding on my low low Banging screwed up Santana [Outro] What yall think me and Low- G wouln't ride Together no more my boy working on shit Getting it right coming this year 2002 this is For all the momies but fuck yall if yall can't make Tamales man this is for all my niggas im drunk Nigga i got the hicups and it rhymes huh